Calico & Stone: A Spin-Off from The Pussycat featured in Brothel: The Magnolia Diaries

by Amelia Oliver

  Dedicated to Lisa

  Thank you

  Mel for the cover art

  Dee from Indies Ink for editing

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  Stella James for formatting

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  Calico and Stone

  1

  My phone tucked into my tank top strap begins vibrating against my chest.

  “Hello?” I answer.

  “Bend over,” Stone grunts at me on the other end.

  “Huh?” I ask, tossing some more feed out for the hogs.

  “I said, bend over. I’m jerking off in the shower watching you out the window.”

  It’s then I hear the water, hear his quick exhales. A smile instantly spreads over my lips,

  “Oh yeah? Bend over and what?”

  “Fuck yourself,” he pants.

  I turn toward the house, seeing his face in the small window in the shower.

  “Go to the other window so I can see you,” I tell him.

  I watch as he disappears and then reappears in the floor to ceiling window beside the vanity. I moan as I see him, naked, muscles hard and flexing, his hand stroking his mammoth erection, and I feel my knees weaken. But I casually walk over towards the picnic table closer to the house, pulling my dress down and spreading my legs as I sit on top of it.

  “Fuck,” he curses as I put my phone on speaker and set it beside me on the table.

  Leaning back on one arm, I run my other hand over my tits, squeezing them together and tugging my barbells hard. Biting my lip as I pant and watch him move his hand faster. Between my legs grows wet and I sit up as I open my pussy lips with one set of fingers, looking down as I rub the nub of my clit with the other.

  I hear Stone groan and a clatter, looking up to see his phones not in sight and both his hands are tugging his cock. Our eyes lock as I stroke hard and fast, making a real show of it and then slide three fingers inside my cunt. I moan and tilt my head back, shoving into myself hard, but ever since unicorn dicks been in my life, fingers really don’t do shit for me anymore. Mainly my fingers rubbing my clit so hard I could probably start a fire there if given some flint, is what’s getting me off. That, and him, so I focus on both as I feel my body reaching for an orgasm.

  Veiny forearms, bulging biceps and pecs that pop and flex with every downward stroke. His abs are tight and hard as fuck, his balls drawn up but swaying along with his movements. I love those balls. Thighs strain as his hips move back and forth, and his eyes, lord Jesus, his eyes. They fuck me too, own me, control me. I do everything for him to look at me like the way he is now, and I feel the tightening of my core begin to pulsate. His hands move faster, grip growing tighter as my body jerks and I start coming. My vision blurs, but immediately focus as splatters of Stones cum start streaming out of his dick and audibly nail the window.

  “Jesus,” I pant.

  COCK-A-DOODLE-DOOOO!

  The sound of the blasted rooster crowing wakes me from my dream, but I try to stay there as Stone comes and I need to see this, but alas, the goddamn rooster is so fucking loud, I slip into reality. “Fuck,” I groan, rolling onto my back.

  “Morning,” Stone says and I can tell he’s brushing his teeth in the bathroom just a few feet away.

  I groan again as the rooster crows. “That thing ruined my dream,” I state.

  “Was it a good one? I thought I heard you moaning in there.”

  “Yes. I masturbated through the window for you,” I almost pout.

  “Oh shit,” he says sexily, just before I feel his body weight shift the mattress. “Show me,” his lips speak along my neck as he leans over me.

  I inhale him, fresh from a shower but the smell of him still clings to his skin. His long, still damp hair tickles my skin along with the hair on his chin and jaw.

  “Touch yourself for me,” he whispers in my ear.

  I bite my lip and open my eyes, it’s dark as fuck outside and the only light in the room is from the bathroom. My hands wander between us, just as his cellphone begins to ding, his vet cellphone. Stone growls and reaches over to the bedside table, reading the text before looking at me with pained eyes. “Gotta go inseminate a bitch,” he states, then kisses my forehead swiftly before getting off the bed.

  “You can stay and inseminate this bitch,” I tease and I hear him laugh as his boots stomp down the wood steps.

  Cue the intro to Green Acres, because this is my life now. Becoming Mrs. Unicorn Cock two years ago has been a dream come true, but not exactly how I envisioned. Let’s rewind. The day I left The Magnolia, I moved in with Stone. I got a full-time position at the clinic, got engaged, and got married on a horse ranch by an internet ordained minister friend of Stones. We went to Turks and Caicos for our honeymoon, and I looked slammin’ in a pink string bikini, when I wasn’t naked. And for a year and a half we lived blissfully in his apartment working at the vet office.

  Until one morning when Stone came running into our bedroom and began jumping on the bed like a five-year-old when he announced he’d taken a job in bum fucking nowhere to run a practice for farm animals. Now, The Magnolia was in the country, but I didn’t consider myself someone who lived in the country if you get my drift. I like city and excitement, people roaming the streets at all hours. My nights at The Magnolia were filled with sex and the sounds that come with it, not the crickets and toads like I hear now at night.

  Being the supportive wife, I agreed to join him on his endeavor. So, we packed up all of our shit and moved to the middle of nowhere. The house we live in is a farmhouse built in the 1930’s, and hasn’t been updated, other than the piping and electricity. I’ve painted the wood paneled walls black all through the house, aside from our bedroom which is red and the upstairs bathroom which is a mustard yellow. I feel like when people come inside, they aren’t sure if we’re a gothic antique shop, or a vet’s office, and I’m satisfied with that.

  I assist Stone with the animals, which either come to our house or we make house calls, depending on the animal and the illness. Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy, Stones happy and that makes me mostly happy. What I don’t like, are the people who live in the town. They made it clear from day one, they loved Stone and were so happy a new young doctor was moving in, then they saw me, braless tits, gray tinted hair, nails filed into claws, black lipstick, and a tight leopard dress on as we attended church, and they decided instantly that they hated me.

  “Want some ass?” I offer, as I lead the donkey inside the barn/exam area.

  Stone gives me a bright smile and then says, “Someone’s here to see you.”

  Turning I see Pastor Frye standing there.

  “I meant the donkey,” I tell him in case he didn’t understand the reference and to save a little of my soul.

  He nods but I can see he’s not interested.

  “I wanted to ask you if when you come to church this Sunday, if you wouldn’t mind…covering up a bit more. We’ve had some complaints from the other patrons that their teenage boys have been having a hard time concentrating, and…”

  “For real?” Stone questions, his brows pulling down as he looks at me.

  “It’s just, we run a family friendly type atmosphere-”

  “What she wears is fine.” Stone bites out, vibrating with tension and I shoot him a look, because he knows I hate when he defends me. The last thing we need is for the town to hate him too.
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  “Of course, Pastor.”

  Little did he know, I had been toning it down for church. Stone and I aren’t exactly the most religious, but church is what you do here. So, in an effort to fit in and to show that the new vet in town wasn’t corrupted by his whore wife, we went.

  “Good,” he sighs, and I wonder if he thought I would put up more of a fight about it.

  “Pastor?” I ask as he turns toward Stone and he looks at me with raised brows. “I volunteered at the high school to help with the plays for the drama department, you run that don’t you? I never heard back from anyone.”

  I see the instant mortification wash over him, he swallows thickly and nods. “We already have enough volunteers for this year. But thank you and maybe next year.”

  A weird rush of embarrassment washes over me. The town didn’t like me so much that a Pastor just lied to my face.

  “Lisa’s awesome with make-up and stuff, maybe mention it to them again,” Stone says and the priest looks at him, giving him a tight smile and a nod.

  “Now, Dr. Stone, I wanted to talk to you about coming with me to purchase some cattle.”

  The voices fade as I move Dillon the donkey into his stall/exam area. But the rest of the day, I just feel strange. I don’t ever let, well, I never usually let anyone’s opinion of me bother me or cut deep. But this did. I was trying so hard for these people to like me and for what? It clearly wasn’t working. For the first time in my life, I curse my tattoos. Yes, I can change my hair and the way I dress, but I can’t sandblast the ink off my skin. I guess it’s okay that they love Stone, because I’ll take that over them liking me any day.

  I do my best to plaster on a smile all day when Stones around, even though the Pastor and his comments had my mind churning and thoughts whirling, I didn’t want Stone to notice. He’ll most definitely feel like he needs to fix it, and bless his heart for that, but you can’t change narrow minded assholes.

  As I put folded clean clothes into the dresser drawers, I’m oblivious to Stones presence looming in the doorway until he speaks.

  “You're not happy here? Or is it with me?” he asks, his voice one of obviousness.

  My head shoots to face him.

  “What? No!” I state, but he's shaking his head as he begins to turn away from me.

  I break into a sprint, my bare feet slapping the wood floor before leaping a few feet from him as I land on his rock wall muscle of a back. He grunts but my petite body slamming into his, barely causes any other reaction. My arms snake around his shoulders, my legs around his waist as he continues to walk and I hang on him like a baby monkey.

  “You know that's not it-”

  “I get it, this isn't where you pictured yourself, but…”

  “I never pictured my future before you, so don't even pretend that's the case,” I say in his ear, running my nose along his whiskered jawline. “And I know this is what you want, it wasn't a sacrifice to come here with you, so don't pretend that either.”

  He stops moving, letting out a huge sigh and bringing his hands to my forearms and finally turning to look at me. The center of his brow pulls down in that way he does, and I peck a kiss on the tip of his nose.

  “Then what is it?”

  I love this man so fucking deep. Of course he could tell something was bothering me, how could I ever pretend he wouldn’t.

  “Five years I lived where sex was second nature, sexual acts all around, sounds, smells, it’s what I like, it’s what I know...I can't even go braless in town without getting the cops called, I just need...something more or different, I don’t know- and I don't mean you, you're more than enough. I just want to go somewhere where I can be...me,” I state the last word, because I hadn't realized that was my actual issue. I’d been blaming my feelings on the town, but really, I was denying who I was and that’s what was pissing me off.

  His brow pulls further down, his eyes blinking as his gaze focuses on the floor, trying to understand my words.

  “Forget it, I don't even know what I mean, and now I've inadvertently hurt your feelings,” I continue to beat myself up aloud as I slide off him and head back towards the bedroom. “I just don't feel like me here, anywhere, I'd feel like this anywhere after what my life's been like.”

  Just before I reach the doorway, Stones behind me, grabbing my hips and pulling me back into his body. His thick semi-chub is present against my lower back, and I close my eyes as his tree trunk biceps wrap around me.

  “I'm sorry, I don't know how to put it into words.” I state in one last attempt to get my feet out of my mouth.

  Stone leans over as he presses his lips against my bare neck, instantly causing my body to shudder and my pussy to turn into Niagara Falls.

  “What were you saying about me being more than enough?”

  I let out a sigh of a laugh, “You're such a narcissist,” I state before his pelvis pushes against me and my brain back fires. “But with a cock like that, you should be.”

  “I let you come at least three times before I do, so easy with the name calling.”

  “Don't tell me what to do,” I toss back playfully.

  He stops and I turn to face him, his expressions changed from the hallway, brows still pulled down but now wearing the face of a man who's ready to fuck.

  “You wanna tell me what to do?” he suggests.

  A spark of love fills me from head to toe when my husband knows just how to make me feel better. I nod and he opens his hands in a motion for me to get to it.

  “Sit on the floor at the end of the bed,” I state.

  He gives me one last look, a scanning from my bare feet to the hair piled in a massive sloppy bun on top of my head, before he does as I've instructed. He's shirtless with a pair of loose army green cargo shorts on and that's it. While I'm wearing lacy pink boy shorts and an oversized tank top that says ‘I believe in unicorns’ emblazoned on the front. I begin to walk over, his feet crossed at the ankles, his hands by his sides on the rug beneath him. He still gives me that feeling like the first time we met. So intense and almost unearthly, no one's ever made me feel like Stone does, period.

  As I draw closer, I pause to push my underwear down to my feet, then after another step, my top is gone and I stand there naked for his eyes.

  “So fucking perfect,” he states.

  I'm not perfect, even with body modifications and tattoos, attempting to make myself appear how I choose as opposed to God, I'm far from perfect looking…but Stone thinks so, and that's all that matters to me. I stop just beside him and I can see his erection tenting his shorts, and I eye it longingly.

  “Take it out, but don't touch it,” I tell him with a pointed index finger.

  He doesn't take his eyes off me as he undoes the button and zipper, pulling out the beast for me to admire. Before my eyes it grows and grows, but I planned to make it grow even more. With one leg planted firmly beside him, I press my other knee on the bed beside his head, putting my pussy right in his face.

  “Open up, you know what to do,” I say, looking down at his devilish expression.

  And at my words, Stone unleashes a frenzy on me. His hands grip my ass and pulls me against his hot lapping tongue, his teeth nipping and grazing, his mouth covering all of me and sucking. His beard tickles and teases and naturally adds to the fucking buildup of the eruption he's about to receive. It doesn't take long for me to know I'm going to come shortly, my hands fisted in his hair and probably pulling it out of his scalp as I lean over, half my body lying on the mattress.

  “Jesus, fuck, yes, Stone, fucking,” I garble and whimper out in a plea as my mouth grows slack jaw and my eyes roll back.

  Stone growls with masculine pride as I come, breathing hard through his nose as he latches onto me. I've drenched my inner thighs and his face, and he pulls me down to his lap as I cup his bearded jaw and begin licking my cum off his lips and nose. I moan as I taste me and the flavor of his skin, just as he grabs fistfuls of my hair and jerks my head back.

 
“Now get on my dick, you know what to do.”

  My feet hit the ground as I rise up and move to encase his cock, Stones hands on my hips as I position my body. His cock struggling to fit, still has my breath catching. My fingers grip the material of the rug as I bite my lip and bask in the feeling of my husband penetrating me with his glorious appendage. I moan and muwl as he holds his breath and moves to his knees, one hand gripping the back of my neck, the other pressing just above my ass on the curve of my lower back. I arch and push up on my hands, looking over my shoulder as his hand at my neck slides to grip under my chin. I push down on him slowly, but when he moves his other hand to my stomach, forcing me down, he effectively fully invades me.

  We both pause, never getting tired of this sensation. Not just the feeling of physical pleasure, but the love we have that's only amplified even more when we're like this. Pulling me into his front, I cover his arms with mine, linking our hands.

  “I love you, Lisa,” he growls in my ear, moments before he begins a rapid tempo with his hips.

  2

  The next day, I'm cleaning our bedroom. Dirty clothes are strewn about, and I throw them in the hamper. The floor used to be constantly cluttered with lingerie, lubricant bottles, sex toys, and any other kind of sexual related thing. But now that Stones work has him busier than ever, all those things sit in neglected boxes in the closet.

  I miss sex, our sex. But I know how lucky I am to have Stone and someone who understands my sexual needs; because even when he’s dog tired at the end of the day, he still wants to fuck. It might be not as crazy as we used to, but I’ll take it.